this is it! the last chapter, pretty gory, watch for language and some slight inappropriate content. I'm not calling it smut because I suck at writing that stuff. I hope you like it! Also I am thinking about writing an epilogue but I'm not sure yet. Let me know!
Day: Saturday March 17th
Year: 2019
Time: 8:00 pm
"I didn't know Drew Barrymore was in this movie!" Kurt exclaimed.
"shhhh!" everyone shushed him.
"This is a great part" Blaine told him.
"Does she kill the guy?" he asked.
"Not exactly…"
"Well does she make some awesome escape or something?"
"uhh…"
"Well just tell m- SHE DIES!" Kurt yelled as Drew Barrymore's character is stabbed by the villain.
"SHUT UP KURT!" Finn yelled. Everyone turned to him. "Sorry but this is why I didn't want to watch a movie with him he hasn't seen! He always talks!"
"Sorry Finn, I'll just leave." Kurt said standing up. Blaine dragged him back on the couch and pulled him into his chest.
"What are you doing Blaine?" Kurt asked trying to pull away but failing under the muscle power of Blaine's arms.
"I'm scared Kurt." Blaine whispered into his ear. Kurt smiled and cuddled in closer to him. Blaine rubbed his back. Rachel looked over at the scene and to her it looked like Blaine was petting Kurt as if he were a cat. She let out an inaudible "awww" and cuddled closer to Finn.
10:30 pm
The credits appeared on screen, but no one had gotten up to turn the movie off. Everyone had fallen asleep halfway through on the couch. It was a long day for them and they deserved the sleep. But Kurt was not about to wake up on the couch the next morning, something in his subconscious told him to wake up and go to his bed. He opened his eyes drearily and waited for them to adjust to the darkness. He stood up and swayed for a few seconds as he let the head rush pass. Before he even made his first step his brain just wanted to remind him that he just watched a horror movie where basically everyone dies. He was scared and he admitted it- to himself.
He turned around and gently shook Blaine awake, who was sprawled on the couch like the lazy adorable man he is when he's sleeping.
"Blaine, pssst, wake up." Kurt shook him more.
"Hrmmphjn? Wha-Kurt?" Blaine mumbled.
"Hey, come to bed." Blaine nodded and rose from the couch. Kurt had to hold him up while he got over his head rush and tiredness.
"Mmh, thanks." Blaine whispered.
"Anything for you," Kurt kissed his cheek, "now come on, let's go to bed."
They stumbled their way to the bed room and didn't even bother putting on pajamas.
Blaine, still in his sleepy state, leaned in and kissed Kurt goodnight, but it wasn't enough for him. He kissed him again longer, and Kurt caught on licking Blaine's lower lip asking for entrance, Blaine obliged. They explored each other like they have been doing this their whole lives, Kurt's hands entangled in Blaine's curls, Blaine's legs wrapping around Kurt's waist, just touching.
"We shouldn't with them here." Kurt broke away to catch his breath.
"I want you so bad," Blaine said hotly, "they fucked earlier why can't we? This might be are only chance."
Kurt kissed Blaine again without hesitation, swiftly stripping each other of their clothes. Though there was a tough struggle that Blaine had with Kurt's skin tight jeans they eventually where both left in their boxer-briefs. Kurt's hand went immediately to Blaine's now very visible bulge in his underwear. Blaine let out a low moan as Kurt stroked him threw the article of clothing that was keeping them going all the way. One of Blaine's hands was grabbing Kurt's ass forcing them to be closer, while his other hand was behind Kurt's neck.
Kurt continued stroking Blaine until he shoved him on his back. He swung his leg around Blaine's body, straddling the smaller man without breaking lip contact. Kurt's hips thrusting downward to meet Blaine's, making them both moan in pure want for each other.
"Ugh, Kurt, I want you." Blaine moaned.
"No, you." Kurt rolled over so that Blaine was now straddling him. Blaine could only oblige.
11:03 pm
The two lay on their bed gazing into each others eyes, half covered in blankets. Blaine rubbed his thumb over Kurt's hand as Kurt adjusted a curl out of Blaine's eye. Both taking in the presence of each other, admiring, reminiscing in the time they shared together. The closeness, the pure intimacy. This was their favorite part. Of course during was amazing for both of them, but something about this was just perfect. Something about being able to say so much to each other in complete silence was still strange to them. And they loved it.
"What do you want to do now?" Kurt said with the biggest grin on his face.
"I don't know." Blaine responded with a just as big smile.
"Sleep?" Kurt suggested.
"I'm not tired anymore."
"Me either." They giggled silently, this was the happiest they had been in a long time.
"I'm kinda hungry." Blaine said scrunching his face. Kurt giggled and nodded in agreement. They got up simultaneously and searched around for their pajamas. They held hands and quietly ran into the kitchen, hoping not to wake Rachel and Finn, who they thought were still passed out on the couch.
"What should we eat?" Blaine said opening up the fridge.
"hmm…how about," Kurt opened a cupboard and gasped, "brownies!" He whispered. Blaine got out the ingredients from the fridge, while Kurt got the mixing bowl. They stirred the batter together giggling in the process, Kurt hip bumping Blaine out of the way so he could get the first taste of the chocolate batter. Blaine retaliated by dipping his finger in and wiping it on Kurt's nose. Kurt stretched his tongue to his nose to try and get it off but couldn't reach. Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt, getting the chocolate on his face as well. They grabbed paper towels and wiped it off of each other. Just when Blaine was about to pour the batter in the pan the phone rang.
"Who is that?" Kurt asked.
"No idea." Blaine picked up the phone.
"Let's play a game."
"I'm sorry who is this?"
"There are three doors."
"I think you have the wrong number." Blaine hung up, dipped his finger back in the batter and wiped it on Kurt again who laughed. The phone rang again.
"Stop calling it's the wrong number." Blaine said with an annoyed tone in his voice.
"It's not Blaine."
"W-who is this?"
"There are three doors leading into your house. Guess which one I'm outside of and I won't kill you."
"What do you want?" Blaine yelled into the phone scared.
"Wrong answer." Kurt and Blaine jerked their heads to the loud crash coming from the dining hall.
"Blaine," Kurt was crying, "wh-what? W-who was that?" He grabbed his arm tightly.
"Stay here." Blaine slowly walked towards the noise, grabbing a knife from the counter as he went.
"No Blaine, don't" Kurt whispered through tears grabbing Blaine's wrist. Blaine turned around to look at Kurt.
"I love you." He kissed him, softy, without rush. Afraid that this would be his last kiss with the man he loved. He turned away and walked toward the kitchen's entrance. He saw a shadow in the corner of the wall in the dining room. He couldn't make out the shape, it was just a shadow. He turned the corner and let a short breath of air escape his lips as a knife penetrated his skin. He stumbled back pressing his hands to the deep gash.
Kurt screamed and rushed to Blaine's side trying to help him stop the bleeding. Blaine's breath came in short gasps as tears filled his eyes, and he fell to the ground. Kurt turned his head and ducted immediately as the intruder swung the knife.
"r-run Kurt." Blaine managed to say to him. Kurt picked up the knife by Blaine's side and swung it in the general direction of the attacker. He wasn't sure if he had actually hit him though, his tears were clouding his vision. Kurt ran to the phone and dialed 911.
"P-please help, there's someone in my house h-he stabbed-" Kurt was crying so hard, but he could see now that he had at least scratched the attacker because he was stumbling back into the kitchen. Kurt could see the white ghost mask ad black cloak he was wearing. Kurt recognized it as the same costume from Scream.
"What kind of a sick joke is this?" Kurt cried, forgetting he was talking to the people who would save him. The man bent down over Blaine, who Kurt couldn't see with the counter blocking his view. He raised his knife and swung down. Kurt rushed over instantly as Blaine yelled out in agony and shoved the man off of him.
"Sebastian stop, please!" Blaine cried out, apparently he had figured out who it was behind the mask. Kurt lunged forward with his knife with a shaky hand, striking the wall instead. The attacker swiped his knife sideways and caught Kurt's waist.
"No!" Blaine screamed, he took all the strength he had left and tackled the man to the ground. "Run Kurt! Get Rachel and Finn and get out of here!" Blaine struggled to keep the larger man down in his state of weakness, but the sudden rush of adrenaline helped him. He didn't want Kurt to go through his pain, he wanted Kurt to live, even if it meant he would die.
Kurt stumbled his way through the dining hall to the living room where Rachel and Finn where standing in horror at the scene. A bleeding Kurt was all they saw from where they stood.
"What's happening!" Finn exclaimed. Blaine yelled out in pain again as the attacker pushed Blaine back to the floor. He raised his knife again and struck Blaine's neck. Blood gushed from his body, spraying and rushing down his face and neck.
Kurt couldn't breath from how hard he was crying, hearing Blaine's last screams, he knew he was gone. Rachel held her hands to his wound which was bleeding significantly, but Kurt didn't care. Finn ran into the kitchen, and stumbled back a little at the gory mess on the floor, Blaine's mangled, bloody body beneath a psychopathic murderer. The man jumped up in a swift motion and rushed toward Finn, knife raised in his hand. Finn grabbed his arm struggling to hold him back, and when the sharp pain of a second knife piercing his chest he let go completely. The man stabbed Finn again and again as he scream in pain cringing on the floor in his own puddle of blood. One last slash to the face silenced him.
The man in the mask moved quickly to the living room where Rachel and Kurt where still both crying on the floor embracing each other. Kurt heard footsteps behind them and dared to turn around. He screamed again in terror as the attacker reached forward with the knife. Kurt crawled out of the way just in time, he grabbed Rachel's hand and they both rose up and made a run to the front door.
Rachel in the lead with Kurt staggering behind, his wound keeping him from going any faster. Kurt felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder as he was pulled out of Rachel's grasp and thrown back on to the floor in the living room. Rachel turned back to get Kurt, but the attacker was quick with her. Several stabs to the chest and neck and Rachel fell to the ground.
The killer circled around to where Kurt was crawling backwards begging for mercy. The man advanced on Kurt until he was face to face with him.
"Please Sebastian." Kurt pleaded.
"You think I'm Sebastian?" The killer's voice wasn't menacing, like he had overheard on the phone. It sounded as if he was crying.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Kurt cried. He pulled off the mask and stared wide eyed at the man he once knew as a Warbler.
"Trent?" Kurt wiped his tears from his eyes.
"I'm sorry Kurt," he cried, "I don't want to do this to you. Not you." Kurt looked confused.
"Why are you doing this?" Kurt gasped.
"I loved you Kurt, I always loved you. Don't you remember?" Kurt shook his head.
"We went to McKinley together, I followed you to Dalton, I loved you. But you chose him instead." Trent's tears fell upon Kurt's face. "I tried letting go, I did," Trent was hysterical. "I saw you were getting married," His voice changed from a shaky scared boy, to the terrifying killer he was, "something snapped."
"Please don't do this" Kurt's tears started streaming down his face again. Preparing for the end he closed his eyes.
"Open your eyes!" Trent yelled. "I want to see those pretty blue eyes lose that beauty. I want to make sure no ever falls for you like I did. I'm going to tear you open, Kurt, I'm going to rip out that disgusting heart. I want you to look me in the eyes when I do!" Kurt just shut his eyes tighter.
Trent carved the knife along Kurt's eye lids, causing the poor boy to sound out the most horrible shriek he had ever made.
"Open your eyes!" Trent yelled again, Kurt did as he said, hoping it make his death less painful. Trent smiled and stabbed the knife into Kurt's chest, twisting it causing Kurt to cringe.
"Scream Kurt, I want to hear that beautiful voice of yours. Scream for me."
Kurt held his breath as the knife dug in his skin, getting closer and closer to his heart. He screamed out as the torture was becoming unbearable, yet death was so far away. He thought the pain would lessen when he was slipping away, but it was the opposite. The pain grew as Trent took another knife and carved open his chest. Kurt continued screaming, as his own skin was being peeled off his body. With one final slice to Kurt's heart, and one last scream from Kurt, he lay beneath Trent completely still.
The only thing that separated Kurt and Blaine was the one thing they had never taken into account…death.
Welcome to my mind. My horrible, horrible mind. I hope it wasn't too weird having the twist that I put in there, and I hope you liked it. Please review! and thank you to all the people who have alerted my story! it means a lot to me! thank you! Also let me know if you want an epilogue I'm not sure yet.